Don’t, don’t say it that, I love you, love you,
If you have to, say it to others, to somebody else, but not to me
As I am not your beloved
Nor you my love
And I know it, you will love me, love me of course
And will go away someday unsaid
Dumping me elsewhere,
You will be after and after me following
For a few days, for sometime
Trying to keeping me in good spirits,
Keeping a watch on as how to take care of
Of my entertainment and pleasure
But after loving me so affectionately, you will turn away,
This I know it, know you too,
You are not the same lover promising so often
And have seen so many lovers painted and grayed like you
Promising, taking the oath, swearing in the name of God
Of being true and sincere,
But loving after will move away most kindly,
Making the innocent and simple girl weep miserably
And she weeping, breaking down in tears so much,
With the red eyes unable to control her emotions
And you moving away so cruelly crushing over tender buds
To search another beauty queen or mistress of yours
As have come to know it, have come to feel it,
Love is not love,
The dreams which it shows, fades it away
As love is not love, as say they really
Who loves the heart, who the soul of the beloved,
Everybody loves it the body of flesh and blood,
Who the lover of the beating heart
And the soul in lamentation to console the broken self?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Promising, taking the oath, swearing in the name of God Of being true and sincere...... all those who prmised a life long love turn away after some time or their intensity of love decreases. this is simple human experience. you have wonderfully portrayed it my dear poet. tony